I'm not heaven.
I won't be the person you painted in your mind of me.
Neither am I God,
Granting endless days of joy
for you, for me.
But listen closely
I promise you misunderstandings,
fights, hard days, and endless hustles.
Yet above them all,
I promise we'll understand.
So stay with me
Stay through it all.
And when we're old and gray,
we'll look back together
And softly say
It was heaven, heaven for both of us.
Vincent oyetpoetry26
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